Chapter 608

After two days of sailing, they reached the South Sea and moored at the dock. The boat captain introduced: “This is Mount Wutong. Two hundred li north lies Luo Fu Immortal Mountain; twenty li east is Huanglong Mountain, fifty li east is Longyue Ridge, sixty li east is Shuangyu Ridge, and one hundred twenty li east is Jiudun Ridge—all scenic places worth visiting.”

Dongfang Yuying asked: “Are you a local, Master Jiang?”

The boat captain said: “Before I made my fortune, I often came ashore here to wait out storms.”

When Lu Li returned to the bedroom, he pushed open the door and saw the tattered doll, stained with black blood, sitting quietly at the head of the bed, tilting its head to gaze at him in silent silence.

A breeze stirred a few strands of her black hair, brushing lightly against her flawless white cheeks, casting a faint aura of sorrow around her.

Like most who love without reciprocation, every expression and tone revealed her emotions with piercing clarity.

“Auntie Guihua, are the kids off to school?” Jin Baozhu asked while pouring water for others.

She thought no matter how frightening the girl was, if she didn’t hold the steering wheel, it didn’t matter—she turned pitifully toward Jiang’s father, who had said nothing, hoping he’d make a decision opposite to Jiang Wan’s.

Jiang Wan checked the time—it was already eleven at night. She guessed the others were all asleep, so she quietly got up and slipped out the door.

He suddenly thrust his staff straight into the ground, and a chant exploded forth.

The girls chattered incessantly together, while the young lords could not interject a word.

“The stench of romance. Spring Festival’s coming soon—you’ll be interning after the holiday. What are you planning to do?” Chen Yuyao asked.

Most of the rest were just there to watch the spectacle; only a few still hoped to snatch up a bargain.

He carried three urea bags—no one knew how he got them onto the vehicle or off again.

The region is vast and rich in species; many adventuring groups yearn to go there, but very few return victorious—it’s a dangerous expedition site.

Hearing his words, the group nodded in agreement and moved to the cave entrance, waiting for the mid-stage spirit cultivator to ignite the smoke bomb.

As Jiang Xiao vanished, from a dark corner of the Blood Sea, a man clad in a blood-red robe rose from churning crimson waters.

On the second floor, the floor was piled with weapons and array plates, but none were labeled—whether good or bad depended entirely on the selector’s eye.

Lu Chuanbai was equally eager to return home. They worked day and night, and finally, after finishing, the chief engineer granted them three days off. He met his birth mother, shared lunch with her, and spent every remaining moment searching for gifts.

“Actually, their skills gave no damage—kind of a waste,” Li Xianghe answered without thinking.

The final experiment succeeded: though it didn’t reach its ultimate goal, he retained a sliver of self-awareness within the dream. Though he still couldn’t recall his memories as Karl, the desperate mental suggestion he made before sleep left a faint trace in Alicia’s mind.

After obtaining the Water Spirit Sacred Vein, Jiang Xiao headed for the Wind Abyss and Thunder Sea—the Dark Wind flowed formless and unbound, while the Sacred Dao’s Thunder, though originally one, manifested as light and sound.

No sooner had he spoken than the group pulled the ropes, and the three water ghosts were dumped onto the nearby demon-binding net.

“I think we should just drop it. Don’t mess around—don’t disturb the peace here!” Chai Hua unexpectedly uttered such a philosophical remark; everyone felt the same.

Due to Qi Xiaofeng’s jostling, Mo Xiaosheng was thrown off; the soldiers tumbled together, and Mo Xiaosheng crashed heavily onto Qi Baifeng.